A new start....Again!

It's so hard to come back to something after an extended absence but I felt very compelled at church yesterday that this is exactly what I should do!  I'll get to that in a little bit though.  First, what has changed??

I have a new calling in Young Womens, very exciting, very nerve wracking!  As I'm a convert to the church I haven't been through the YW program so it's all completely new to me, which is the scary part. On the other had we have an amazing bunch of young women and I'm so excited to getting to know them better and working along side them.  YW Camp is only a month away, so lots to get my head around in a short amount of time.


So why the return after all this time?  It was 5th Sunday this week at church that means we all meet together and today we were discussing our role as member missionaries.  We have had a lot of families move out of our ward over the last few years and our ward is shrinking.  We watched some of the leadership training on the subject and it really touched me.  My conversion was as a result of the friendship of a member, who took the risk of sending the sister missionaries round to me.  I have received so many blessings since that time and it got me thinking of ways I could be more outward with my faith.

Returning to this blog is my first step. I am still on a journey to grow my faith and understand more, but I am grateful to be able to say

This will still be a place I share my crafts, and bizarre ponderings of my mind, but I'm also hoping this will become a place to share my journey in the gospel and grow my faith.

I started with the right idea...

So I woke up today with the intention of having a duvet day! Two days of gardening had wiped me out!  This is what I had in mind...

Sadly, somehow I was compelled by some evil force to sit down in front of the boy's toy shelves and start sorting...it all went downhill from there.  I am rubbish at culling toys which is what is sorely needed, i'm just too soft I guess.  But I tried my hardest and have completed Stage One, which inclulded

*all broken or McD toys thrown away

*any toy that drives me crazy, in donate bag

*all toys sorted into correct drawers and grouped in gallon ziplock bags

*outgrown toys, in donate bag

*all train toys bagged up to be moved into their bedroom

There is still more work to do, but at least it's all tidy... 

On a much more exciting note I've become a bit obsessed with hexagons!

These are the colours I'm working with to make a patchwork pillow for my living room and I'm also very excited to make a Red, white and blue one for the Jubilee

I go to a craft club at my church and last week we were so lucky to have Tracy from Mad About Bags give us a tutorial on the hexagons and a lovely patchwork pillow.  She is an amazingly inspirational and talented lady and can't wait to welcome her back next month!

I'm blogging from my bed

Ok, so maybe that's more info than you needed, but.. I've just added the blogger app to my phone and I'm testing it out easing around with it). At least untill my battery runs out, currently at 7% so you won't need to listen to me rattle on to much.

Wow I can even add pictures too! Very impressed so far, only down side is typing speed severely limited by IPhone keypad, but hopefully this will help me be more consistent with my blogging as I won't always have to wait until I can sit down at the laptop.

I have been sewing hexagons for a new patchwork pillow we're making at Craft Club. Absolutely loving them...eek 5% better sign off for tonight. See ya soon

If life is a rollercoaster...I feel sick and want to get off!

It's one of 'those' weeks.  I'm sure we all have them in some shape or form, unique for each of us.  I've been in what I call a phunk for a while.  It's not that I'm depressed, or sad, or unwell.  If anything I would describe it as reflective, maybe a little down...but for some reason I'm always very self critical when in this moon and it never usually ends well.  It's very destructive as I loose motivation and find myself very sensitive and emotional.  Someone said something to me this week, which was a) totally true, and b) not meant in an unkind way; and yet it cut me so deeply it feels like it's ricocheting around inside of me doing damage on the way.  I'm not cross with them at all, but I can't seem to stop the path of destruction.

If I try my hardest to put on my reasonable head, I know there are a few things going on at the moment that are making me much more sensitive about my body image at the moment. That at any other time I could quite possibly have laughed off the comment and not given it much more thought.  Definitely a straw that broke the camels back sort of situation.  

So what can I do...well I'm off to the gym tonight.  My attempts to get to the gym this week have been derailed and because of our various commitments our gym nights cant really be flexible, but Dan has let me have tonight at the gym so I can at least get there once! Will also try to get a spot in the creche on Friday for possibly a second session.  A kick up the bum is possibly in order? So if anyone sees me in the next few days, youre welcome to have a swift kick (hey I've got plenty of padding :) )

Anyways, give it a few days and I'm sure normal optimistic service will return. Till then, kick away!

It seemed a good idea at the time...

Haven't we all had those moments! This morning was one of those for me as my alarm went off at 5:55 to wake me up for my gym induction at 6:30...yes thats am, as in it was still dark and my children were still in bed. Yet there I was, off to the gym.  Madness!

When I joined the at the end of January they said that if I booked a personal induction to the gym before the end of February I would get it free. Brilliant I thought, that saves £24 and then someone more knowledgeable than I could tell me what I needed to be doing.  Only problem was the fact that I left it until yesterday to ring and book up, with only 5 days left in the month. I was kindly told there was only 1 spot left in Feb and that was 6:30 Friday morning. Ummmm......and before I could even form the thought in my head to say no...I could hear my mouth saying 'Yeah,why not!'  Uh, hello, I can come up with about 27 good reasons why not without breaking a sweat!

Yet off I went this morning leaving my children and husband in bed wondering what was in store for me.  Was met by the nice trainer Lee who lulled me into a false sense of security by inviting me to sit down with a big smile and asked me to fill in some forms. He was asking my questions about my current fitness levels and my goals. Then he threw a curve ball.  'Why now?'  Now I have the bad habit that when I dont have an immediate answer to a question, I just talk, complete nonsense sometimes.  So I start waffling about good intentions and being a good role model for my kids before they get older etc.....then the waffle carried on to watching the biggest loser while sitting and eating rubbish...Then I really put my foot into my mouth and say that I dont feel able to push myself hard enough to get the results I want and how I'm amazed when watching the show that people are capable of so much more than they realise when there is someone there pushing them...you can see where this is going, right!  'So you want to be pushed past your limits then?' and my reply (thinking I was quite funny, oh how I'll live to regret it!)  'Well I'm not coming here to enjoy myself, if I want to have fun, I'll go to the cinema and eat Ben and Jerry's, I'm here becuase I've enjoyed myself too much'

So by the end of my hour... here I was

..but in my mind, I was thinking....

boy I've got a LONG way to go!!!